Thread by @JoLuehmann

I was 24 years old the first time I cut my hair w/out permission.

I was 34 years old the first time I booked a trip w/out permission.

I was 34 years old when I started speaking my mind w/out permission. Scared still that “they” would come to tell me I couldn’t do this.
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I was 34 years old when I started wearing things because I liked them, not because they were acceptable. My brain will still sometimes ask “is this appropriate” instead of “do you like this”

I was 35 years old the first time I left a church without permission.
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I have never moved homes without permission. Never moved cities without permission. I would right now, the opportunity just hasn’t been there.
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It’s insidious this belief that we need permission. Especially for females, especially for BIPOC. Our brains have been historically conditioned to be afraid to make decisions without an explicit ok.
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It is an act of resistance to expand and be faithful to ourselves without a stamp of approval. And oppression will time and time and time again try to shove us back into shrinking ourselves and asking for permission.
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That’s what’s behind tone policing, that’s what’s behind the fixation on our sexuality, that’s what’s behind minimizing our expertise and labor. It’s always oppression trying to remind us of “our place”; subservient, submissive, subjugated.
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I will never ever again, ask for permission, the divine within has granted it all to me and I won’t betray her.